Saturday, January 18, 2014
The View From My Front Porch - A Progress Report
Well, it's been a full year since me and my betrothed parted ways and I've been on my own as a bachelor. Six months without a housemate. At times it's been a little scary but mostly just dandy.
The scary part came partly from being unemployed and needing to be employed, at least part-time. I remember when my current employer called for a phone interview, I was out on the trail in the middle of a six-mile walk and he said, "Why would you want this job? It seems to me you're way over qualified."
My response was, "That seems to be my major problem, I'm too old and overqualified to be employable." I got the job as a grant writer at a homeless shelter. Every day, all I have to do to be humbled and thankful is to look out of my office window at the people standing in line for a meal.
In my first six-months I've produced a little over $1 million in grant income and I think they're going to keep me, which makes me happy because I really like this job and my workmates.
Another thing that's a little scary is the thought of not having someone to grow old with. Someone I can lean on. Oh, I've got plenty of support from my daughters and friends but... well, you know what I mean.
I've managed to stay friends with the women in my life and me and my ex are slowly working out a new relationship but I gotta say, I really like living alone. Just me and my dog in a pretty little two-bedroom inner-city cottage built in 1924. The photo above really is the view from my front porch where the neighbors are slowly becoming accustomed to that eccentric old man who sits on his porch at sunset with a martini and a cigar and talks to his dog.
Occasionally I'll break out the guitar just to let them know that there's an old hippie living up here who don't much give a damn about what you think. And when I think about it, that pretty much sums up my attitude lately and I'm having a ball just being me. Going to shows, playing music with my friends (Traditional Celtic and Old-Time Americana), hikes, and photography pretty much consume all of my spare time which is why I've neglected this blog.
And, much to my surprise, I met a lass at a party the other night... well, let's just say the cut of her jib caught my eye.